Nice work, Brenda!

I am cold just reading that Brenda.

I moved some summer clothes storage out of my room, but haven't moved furniture yet.

PERKINS??

I just had a thought. If you want to put up information that's a little more secure than posting it right here, you can put it temporarily in your profile. Only registered users can see that.

Might be more trouble than it's worth, but it's a thought.

I just could have DIED. Free to be you and me and all that, but I don't know how many men shop for doggie sunglasses (or women for that matter - I am certainly not the type to get any pet of mine sunglasses), but I would venture a guess that 99.999999% of men who buy doggie sunglasses aged 50s-60s are not heterosexual.

Honestly, I could see the Mr. Mom-type husband of a powerful woman being the one do the cutesy stuff with family pets and so forth without necessarily calling his sexuality into question. But everyone I've ever seen or heard who ran one of those ex-gay clinics/ministries like Marcus set my gaydar off like an air raid siren—the only more certain indicator is marrying Liza Minelli! And since he makes his cash running one of those snake oil counseling centers while his wife vocally pushes for relegating us into second-class citizenry, I have zero compunctions about pointing out that the emperor has no clothes besides a feather boa and ruby slippers.

I know Perkins has done some packing stuff, because she emailed me about some items to see if they wanted to come live with me.

I just infuriated Trininan, the eldest cat. She's very fuzzy, and hates being brushed, so she gets mats. I just her down and removed a few. Yowling ball of DEATH, poor fuzzwump. I've locked her in the bathroom with the catnip sausage in the hopes that she calms down enough that I don't have to give her Xanax.

the emperor has no clothes besides a feather boa and ruby slippers.

I have a sudden desire to see Mr. Bachmann at some conserative fundraiser suddenly stand up, say "I'm sorry, Michelle, but I can't life a lie any more," then whip off his coat to reveal said feather boa and slippers, belt out something from "Gypsy" and sashay out as the good fundamentalists all drop their cigars and drinks in their laps.

Jilli, have you tried corn starch on Matriarch Trinian? It's astounding how well that stuff breaks up mats. Of course, everyone, the furniture, and everything else will have corn starch on it, but the cat will be amazingly soft and fluffy.

Good stuff, brenda!

Jilli, have you tried corn starch on Matriarch Trinian? It's astounding how well that stuff breaks up mats. Of course, everyone, the furniture, and everything else will have corn starch on it, but the cat will be amazingly soft and fluffy.

I had never heard of this! Trinian is pretty badly matted, though. But if I do get desperate enough to try the corn starch method, I promise to film the chaos.